I've not written about my dogs, Spike and Hey You in a while, but this morning I made a discovery that spurred me to bring them up.

Spike is more famous than I knew.

The mail lady had a package for us, so she pulled up in the drive.  Spike was there, all 95 lbs. of him, waiting patiently to see what this visit was all about.  As she fumbled for packages, Spike's patience wore thin, and he put both paws on the edge of the window, and peered in.

"Well hey there, fella, how've you been?  I haven't seen you in a long time!  Have you been doing ok?"

The way the mail lady was talking with him, you would have thought they were old friends, and I thought...this couldn't be.  We pick up our mail 1/4 mile away from the house.  They couldn't have met!

I asked her - You know this hoodlum?

And she said - "of course!  We know each other well.  I'm amazed at how well all of your cats and dogs get along."  She stopped talking with me and fished out a dog biscuit.  Spike politely took it.  Slowly.  That's his lazy, gentle way.

She leaned over and said, almost conspiratorially - "It's good you have a dog like him.  You need one out here in the boonies - you never know who will pull up in your yard, or what they might have on their minds.  He's protective!"

Spike nodded agreement and took another treat.

You, in the meantime, was properly cautious and barked every now and then, showing off.

I guess he just isn't the ladies' man that Spike is.

Lord.  I wonder who else knows him.